by

William B Myers

They broke trails and we followed.

you may think there are no trails left to break

but be careful when next you speak,

for history you could make

The lives of those who led the way,

with compass, plow and sword

are etched into our memories

for now and ever more

Their struggles may be over,

and their fires have grown cold

but their goals are as true now

as they were so long ago

Gone for many years,

their life blood flows today

in us, their children's children

they are we, and we are they.